Miss Surtr will ignite the world

Good, this time no one interrupted her.

But there are also some things I'm not satisfied with.

Even though she had already introduced herself like that, no one responded to her. It seems that the empire's education level still needs improvement.

Looking at the group of assassins whose hands were trembling even as they held knives.

Miss Surtr was in a good mood.

That's right, that's exactly the effect she wanted to see.

From the very beginning, Surtr had been following the minister closely, watching him from across the street as he shook his leg in the carriage.

With her increasingly masterful control of power, the Wind King's Barrier, combined with her ability to conceal her aura, means that if she so desires, no one can detect her.

This was also to prevent those guys from leaving and running away after seeing her.

She knew all too well how famous she was in the capital.

"Just wait to die if you see them"—they are the epitome of invincibility.

However, the teleportation was indeed unexpected. She was originally waiting for that guy Sheila to deliver the food, but she didn't expect that he had already arrived in the capital.

They're quite cautious.

Judging from the situation, the other party must have joined forces with those corrupt officials.

It has to be said that Shangri-La is indeed very good for scheming against people; it seems we should be more careful about it in the future.

Bringing his wandering thoughts back, Surtr took out his staff and focused his gaze on the assassins.

She only recognized Akame and Kurome among them; their sailor uniforms were so distinctive. As for the others, Miss Surtr had no recollection of them at all.

Some of them don't look very old, but they already have some wrinkles on their faces, and even their hair has turned gray.

It must be the effect of those so-called banned drugs.

"One, all of you, attack together! Ah!"

After the initial shock, someone finally shouted out.

Surtr has a glorious record, but now he's all alone. This place is filled with the Empire's most elite assassins; if they all attack together, perhaps there's a glimmer of hope.

That's what he was thinking, and then, in the next moment, he was knocked to the ground.

Surtr had appeared behind him without him noticing, and the blade sliced ​​across his neck, killing him instantly.

"I'm sorry, you don't have a chance."

Speaking the harsh truth, Surtr swept across the battlefield like the wind.

Within seconds, all the assassins were lying on the ground.

Only the two sisters, Akame and Kurome, remain.

Using her slender body to shield her sister, Akame gripped her sword, breathing heavily, her gaze fixed on Surtr, who seemed like the Grim Reaper.

Behind him, Black Eyes took out a medicine from his pocket and put it in his mouth.

but.

Although the two were very wary, Surtr did not actually intend to kill them.

The reason is simple: she knew them on her own, nothing more.

Miss Surtr was always very tolerant of her "acquaintances".

"Go to sleep."

The magical language was uttered by Surtr.

Suddenly, drowsiness washed over them, their bodies felt weak and their eyelids drooped uncontrollably.

pat.

The sword fell to the ground, and the two sisters landed in Miss Surtr's arms.

Easily.

"It's all settled now, Minister."

Carrying the two men, Surtr approached the minister, who was still somewhat dazed.

"Ah, that's really impressive, Miss Surtr."

The minister glanced at the chaotic battlefield behind the enemy, raised his hand to wipe away imaginary sweat from his forehead, and said in surprise.

Although she had always known that her opponent was very strong, this was the first time she had actually seen her in person. The assassins, known as the empire's strongest assassination squad, were slaughtered by her as easily as cutting melons and vegetables.

Anyone who didn't know better would think they were some nobody.

"It's just so-so."

It was just killing some ordinary people; there's nothing to be proud of.

Is that so?

Jolly gave a stiff smile; the world of the strong was indeed beyond his comprehension.

"So, what are you planning to do with these two...?"

Jolly asked, looking at the two sisters tucked around Surtr's waist.

"I think these two are promising, so I'll take them back with me. As for the prisoners you want,..."

As he spoke, Surtr gestured with his chin toward the man lying on the ground, his life hanging in the balance.

"Here they are. They look like leaders, so we should be able to get a lot of information out of them. Of course, I'll tell you anything they know."

"ok, I get it."

Jolly nodded and ordered the soldiers to lift the other man up.

"Then please keep them in check."

"no problem."

Surtr readily agreed, but in her heart she was already planning to hand those two over to Najenda when she got back.

Yes, that's how irresponsible she is.

Come to think of it, it was the same with Seryu; they picked her up but didn't care for her.

"Now that the matter has been resolved, let's hurry back. Judging from the terrain, this should be the wasteland south of the capital. If we walk, it may not be until the afternoon to get back."

Jolly looked around, a bitter expression on his face. He hadn't expected that they would be teleported so far away in one go.

"Hmm... In that case, let me take you back."

As he spoke, Surtr took a bundle of rope out of his backpack and asked a question amidst the puzzled looks of the others.

Are you afraid of heights?

Akame ga Kill! Chapter 40: Riot

With Surtr around, the journey that would normally take half a day can be completed in just ten minutes.

The group quickly and safely returned to the capital.

They should be safe.

But for some reason, when the minister landed, he was already in a state of barely being able to breathe.

Is it really because of her age? She can't handle even a little bit of speed.

I hope he can take better care of his health and not collapse before dawn.

All right.

Leaving aside the fact that the minister didn't die at the hands of the assassination squad but was almost sent away by Surtr, Surtr received some unexpected news after returning to the mansion.

This morning, Esdeath left the Imperial Capital and led her army to the northern border.

It seems that some foreign tribes on the empire's borders are making some kind of move.

The imperial general, who had been staying at home for several days, finally received orders from the palace to head north.

Foreign ethnic group.

This is a general term for the nomadic peoples who lived around the empire.

Foreign ethnic groups live in the north, west, and south of the empire, with the northern foreign ethnic groups being the most powerful.

Surtr remembers that after the North, there seems to be a guy called the Northern Hero who appears. He's an unlucky guy who gets kicked to death by Esdeath as soon as he appears.

Insurgent uprisings by foreign ethnic groups are actually nothing new.

The two sides were never friendly to begin with.

They weren't very bold when the empire was at its peak, but now that the empire is gradually becoming corrupt, those guys probably think they're in charge again.

There are riots every two or three days.

Despite being completely suppressed, the Imperial army faced considerable difficulties each time due to the enemy's advantage in terrain.

However, since Esdeath has gone, there shouldn't be any problems. There's no need for an army at all; even if it's just one person, they could wipe out the entire alien race.

Surtr was well aware of his opponent's strength.

In this world where warfare is relatively primitive, ordinary armies are no different from ants to her; she could crush a whole bunch of them with a single step.

It's more puzzling that those guys are still alive.

"But why didn't she take you with her? You should be her subordinate now."

In the living room on the first floor, Surtr placed the two little devils who were pretending to be asleep aside and looked at Najenda sitting in front of him with a puzzled expression.

The other side should be the Four Beast Warriors now, is it really okay not to follow the leader?

“I have other tasks. In fact, it’s not just me; several of her other subordinates were also left in the capital.”

Najendan's expression wasn't good.

"The Empire is now showing signs of restlessness not only in the north, but also in several other directions, including the tribes living within the Empire's borders and the revolutionary army in the south."

"With Esdeath here, the north doesn't actually need too many troops."

As she spoke, Najenda couldn't help but recall the times she had fought alongside the enemy, expecting a difficult battle. But the tribes that had baffled most of the Empire's generals were annihilated in the blink of an eye.

Only that woman felt that directly crushing the enemy with Imperial Arms was too boring; otherwise, the only role of the army would be to shout "666" from behind the enemy.

but.

While it's fortunate that I don't have to fight alongside Esdeath, this situation is anything but pleasant.

Although internal reforms have begun, the empire's external environment is not optimistic.

"I will then lead my troops to the south to quell the revolutionary army."

"Oh dear, what a series of misfortunes!"

Surtr raised an eyebrow; the current situation gave off a feeling that something big was about to happen.

If she guessed correctly, these rebels had probably reached some kind of consensus, or even cooperated, to launch a joint attack on the empire.

Leaving aside the foreign ethnic groups, the revolutionary army, which had already been taken over by the bureaucrats, clearly had no intention of continuing to remain silent and wait for the empire to strike them down.

Although there are attempts to make changes, it has been a short time and many things have not yet been decided.

If they were to actually revive this dying empire, the first to be purged wouldn't be the foreign tribes, but rather the bureaucrats.

It's more accurate to say that it's already begun. Those who remained in the capital are mostly dead, but there's no time to deal with those who escaped.

If the empire recovers, none of these departing officials will be able to escape.

It's better to strike first.

By striking first when the empire is at its weakest, it's hard to say who will win or lose.

But those officials who fled were like stray dogs; it was wishful thinking to rely on them alone to deal with the empire.

It's obviously impossible for those corrupt officials in those countries to have any patriotism. Colluding with foreign ethnic groups to increase their chances of winning is clearly not a psychological burden for them.

Even so, Surtr still felt that he had little chance of winning.

This world is unfair.

The difference between people can sometimes be greater than the difference between people and dogs.